They want a sign
Any sign
That god exist.
The mother of Christ cries.
False magic.
Their faith depends on it.
Thunder today,
Tomorrow rain
Soon it will be spring.
Yet they go on looking
For a symbol
Blinded by the external
Like god should be
An entertainer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent, yet they go on looking for a symbol.they should not.it is a slapsh.